The Dance Of Life…(A Pictorial Sunday Sermon)

Woke up this morning next to my smiling wife. The birds were twittering outside the window and I felt such an overwhelming sense of wellbeing I had to jump out of bed–after a short embrace that is–and boil a tea.

The wholeness and oneness of all things were swirling around in my bean in a sort of pre-verbal glow.

Why not leave it pre-verbal I thought? That’s where it began, didn’t it?